Some nights I find myself Staring into space And coming back to reality As if theres a knock on my head With my heart Feeling a little less full A certain part gone missing Hollow and cold And i think of you Of where you were supposed to be
Some nights I wish we'd talk And let the broken pieces Mend their way back But there's just too much hope And too little gut And too little courage in me To drive myself into it
Wish I have the answers as to why it all goes back to you, HR.